The length of Janurary

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

I’m tired…

missing my people, and human touch.

Almost at the point of giving up,

living through another crisis daily,

guess I’m stronger than I thought.

Chronic pain moves in waves,

today I can hardly move my hand,

and, “at least it’s the left one”

is the mantra, as I hold back tears.

Motivation is scarce and precious,

yet depression cripples any

that offers me a helping hand.

I can’t sleep well,

tossing through the night;

in my dreams,

my uncle tries to kill me, stabbing,

because I’m gay and antifascist.

How much longer will my shadow last?

Can one live without their shadow?

Dawn is breaking, but these last hours:

They’re the ones that last the longest.

A Flittering Flame